ғʀᴀᴜᴅᴜʟᴇɴᴛ ➳ 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘰𝘮𝘢 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘰

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 23

TW: RAPE!!!!!! [ I do not condone rape. This is just for the story. Please skip if you are uncomfortable. I'm sorry for any discomfort i might cause for some 😔 ]

Taking a deep breath, Neito took one step towards you. Followed by another. And another. Each step felt like the impending doom of seeing your face plastered with betrayal.

" Y/n... You saw me right.. ? "

There you were, crouching behind one of the pillars, face covered by the palm of your hands. Hot tears brimming your eye sockets. You slowly tilted your head upwards to face the blonde. Guilt had been etched onto his face.

Rubbing the remnants of the tears off your face, you nodded your head silently. Afraid to look into his eyes.

" Ah. Okay. We can end this trip here if you'd like. I can call your friends to stay over and I'll go back to UA. "

Neito said blatantly, watching your crouched figure fidget. You had so many questions. And all he wanted to do was avoid the situation? Why was he kissing her? Was it his girlfriend? Then what was all the flirting for? It wasn't even his personality. Not once had you seen him touch any other girls. Not even Kendo.

Slowly standing up, you turned to face him. " Who was she? I'm not your girlfriend. But if she was, then why did you flirt with me? " you spat. You were livid. You wanted answers.

Now.

The blonde looked taken aback. He did not expect you to be so direct. He combed his fingers through his silky blonde hair, telling you he would answer you back in the apartment, where it was a private space.

The two of you trailed to the apartment together in silence, atmosphere tensing up even more with every step. The journey filled your head up with so many overwhelming thoughts. You wanted answers. You wanted to understand him. Moreover, did you even know him? You wanted to hit him and release all the anger you felt.

You were exhausted.

Upon reaching the apartment, Neito ran to the washroom to clean up. He felt so disgusting standing next to you. Grabbing his toothbrush and mouthwash, he kept cleansing his " dirty " mouth. Sure, his breath was minty fresh, but that sickening bitter taste was still stuck in his throat.

Heaving a huge sigh, he gave himself a good look into the mirror. His hair was dishelved, eyes were brooched over with terrible eyebags. It was even worse than Aizawa sensei's. Splashing himself with water to freshen him up, he dried his face and exited the washroom.

" I want answers Neito. "

Fuming. That was what you were right now. Hands crossed over your chest, and eyes glaring daggers into his. Was it the arrogant stance you were in? Or was it your pushy ways of forcing answers out of him that triggered him?

Irritated. Neito was irritated. Who were you to demand answers from him? He did not owe you anything. Besides, you guys were never together.

What was the issue?

The agitated blonde click his tongue, pushing you down onto the couch. His arms pressed onto the sofa, barricading you in between the sofa and his body. " Firstly, me and her are not dating. I don't have to tell you why I did what I did. " He growled. Continuing, " Secondly, WE are not dating. So you can drop it. Don't act as if I owe you some sort of emotional favour. You weren't even supposed to see us. "

Your blood was boiling at this point. You could not believe your ears. Swiftly raising your hand to prepare for a slap, Neito grabbed your wrist. " You've done this once already Y/n. No one would fall for it twice. " Lifting your other hand as a counter attack, he clutched it with his other hand, pinning you down to the sofa.

" Y/n. Stop fucking playing. Are you not afraid of me? I might fucking rape you. No one would believe you too. There wouldn't even be evidence to spare. " he snarled lowly. Leaning his lips awfully close to yours.

You whipped your head to the side, avoiding his gaze in sheer anger. Admittedly, you were also getting scared, unable to look him in the eyes.

Clutching your wrists tightly, he peppered heavy kisses down your neck. " Y/n... Are you scared of me? " he asked, grey eyes boring right into yours.

You were frozen in fear. Easily, you could kick him off you, but somehow, it felt like you were paralyzed. The subconcious mind was urging you to scream, move, to at least do something.

Neito was inching nearer to your breasts, using his teeth to pull your shirt up. That was the last straw. Your tears finally had erupted.

" hic. "

Hearing a singular sob from you snapped Neito out his anger.  Realization dawned on him. What was he about to do?

Fuck.

How many times was he going to hurt you? He hated himself. All he wanted to do was to protect you and now all he did was hurt you. Quickly releasing his grasps from you, Neito apologised.

" Fuck. I'm so sorry Y/n. "

Clenching his fists tightly, he watched you break down into tears as you curled up in a little ball. This was all his fault.

" monoma-hic...i..h-hic..h-hate...y..you-hic "

Of course you did. Why wouldn't you? He almost raped you. Wait- Monoma? Did you just call Neito Monoma?

Neito smiled weakly to himself. He had done it. He lost the only thing that kept him going. And that was You.

me too y/n.